>>5731470When Roth arrives, you recognize him instantly, for he wears his old skin—that of a hide-brown human, somewhat older and nearly as leathery as his true, red-skinned self. Your biological father holds a jar, almost canopic in nature, with its lid firmly affixed and held in place by one of his hands. He regards each of you in kind with his usual hard and mistrustful eye, stopping finally when his gaze lands upon Albacete… And then widening in shock when he sees your own false face, known to him better than most.
“YOU!”
“Yes,” you agree, shedding your cloak. “Me.”
To your progenitor’s credit, the old Dragonblooded Infiltrator does not ask any silyl questions, like ‘what are you doing here?’ or ‘what do you want?’. What he DOES do seems nearly as foolish to you at first, however: he breathes fire.
It seems, then, he isn’t open to negotiation.
Cries of panic and confusion go up from the other Infiltrators, though only Halle and Albacete are caught in the flame, stumbling back with shrieks and shielding their eyes and faces from the heat, smoke, and light. Your own cloak is burned away, but your chitin-and-spidersilk armour is somewhat flame retardant, and your body far moreso… Though, admittedly, perhaps the thin layer of woven flesh which makes ‘Theral’ into ‘Long Wang’ is not so entirely heatproofed.
You recognize his intent immediately, though. This isn’t an attempt to kill you. Roth is too smart to think his dragonfire can ignite his own flesh-and-blood, let alone one shaped by biological and spiritual refinement into something approaching a True Dragon. He is either covering an escape, or an attack.
What will you do?
>Erect a <Wall of Stone> to protect your allies, and wait out the flame [Elementalism, easier]>Attempt to negate the fire with your <Ring of Elemental Command> [Elementalism, harder]>Power through the flames and attempt to tackle him [Fisticuffs, medium]>Use the Voice of the Metatron to make him drop his jar and stand down [Religion, medium]>Blindfire a Moonbeam in an attempt to take him and his cargo out [Elementalism, ???]>Write-in 